Thursday, September 22, 2016

the way we werent

on the grass. we werent on the grass together. i was there alone. i've been with the trees. i've been melting on earth.

i gripped my backpack in my arms and cradled all my ideas buried in my laptop like a pregnancy.

i can't tell if i slept.

you werent there when i decided to get up on stage and grab the microphone and stare at my shoes and mutter jokes to save my life.

i couldve died a million times. what about that huh. what about that.

you wouldve let me.